I opened the right side of the car and got in. "So how long is it to home?," I asked my father.
"I dunno," he replied "an hour or so"
Even though it ws only an hour it seemed like a day. My dad talks way to much I couldn't keep up with what he was saying.
I would always just nod my head and say "yes." It was only about ten minutes until we were home. It started to get hot in the car so I rolled down the window.
I stuck my head out so the heat could come off my face. My long,brown,curly hair was blowing in all directions and my eyes started to water from all the wind The sky was gray and alot of black clouds were forming I new it would rain soon. When I saw the old gray house I put my head back in and rolled the window up.
The house was small, old, and it creaked everywhere you walked.
My dad came to a stop in the driveway. He opened his dorr and got out then slammed it like he was mad. Did he not want me here? Or was he just slamming it to slam it.
I sat in the car thinking for awhile about my mom and how she was missing me. I never really noticed how long it took because my dad opened my door in the m iddle of my day dreaming.
"You gonna come in anytime," he asked.
I looked up startled then I giggled "yeah," I replied.
I dragged my things to my room the bathroom was to the right, my dad's room was in front of me, and mine was to the right side. My room was a dark brown wood floor.
The walls were a pale yellow and my bed was all blue with white pillows. There was a red rug in the middle of the floor. The windows were white and foggy.
And there was a brown dresser on the rug. The room seriously didn't match. I sat everything on my bed first I unzipped my luggage and put all the clothes in the dresser. I put the luggage in the corner of the room. Then I took my small make-up bag and pulled out eyeliner,a headband,some ponytail holders, a toothbrush,and a hair brush.
I gathered them in my arms and took them to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I looked really tired My eyes were almost purple. I didn't sleep well the last night. "Dinner's ready!" I heard my dad yell.
"Coming!" I yeled back. I ran down the steps as my foot slipped when I tried to go down the last step. Luckily I caught myself. Thank god for railings.
I grabbed onto it and pulled myself up. My dad ran over and put his hands by my sides.
"You okay,?" he asked I nodded then laughed.
"You know me," I replied "klutzy."